I shiver and shake
but not from the cold
I shake because I do not know what the future will withhold
I hate this feeling I wish it would go away
the racing thoughts that run through my head
I want it all to stop so I could just go to bed
I try to sleep
I close my eyes
only to see
fire inside
the flames are my enemy
of witch i do fear
but there's nothing i can do
but sit and shiver in this chair right here
my head says take a zanix but
who needs more pills
i take enough
cuz apparently I'm that ill
not only am I'm shaking
I'm dealing with some pain
my body feels so old even tho I'm young
i have way to many problems
for someone my age
why cant it all just simply go away? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem